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I'm not sure -- just heard something of the sort is out there and I'm interested in it if anyone has a spare copy.

I was definitely released learning that we don't go to heaven right when we die. From the age of 12 I had contimplated suicide because why should we all be living down here in misery when we could be in heaven -- and then why did other's get to enjoy it longer? Thessalonians taught in the class made perfect sense to me -- as well as spiritual issues. I am happy I know what I know.

I was wondering if anyone out there had a copy of the PFAL test? Foundational, Intermediate, Advanced? Please let me know. Thanks.

There she was, the night it was

and there they were

never going to be the same.

Dirty...so dirty - 5 showers later

bleach on the skin

burns

burned

it never happened...she can convince herself

if it's not there...then the reality of never existed.

the dirt will go

the days will pass

and it will be fine

we need more bleach

we all need a clean slate now and again

"What were we to do?" she said.

And that was it.

Everything was in perspective.

"You've built character," he said.

"You had fun," he said.

And all she could think was I did?

Is that fun..was that fun? She got the dictionary... But many pages were missing.

I guess it was?

Maybe it was?

Then she thought...well what is a bad time...if I had fun?

"I loved it," he said..."I love you," he said.

and then it happened - that was it

she knew he was the greastest, most handsome, most convincing

rapist she'd ever meet.

Sex says I'm lovely. Sex says I'm great.

Sex says that he loves to hold me

Sex says he has no disappointments,

He has no loose screws

Sex says he's great, especially after booze

Sex said he lied, he said it was a joke

Sex said you never did like to be choked

Yes, I admit that sex left his mark

Sex was my beloved two faced friend.

I guess Sex's lover Aids got jealous in the end.

What happened...happened.

You're just someone I used to know.

No more nor less

Just a face, a body, a name, a kiss, a night....

I used to know

Sometimes your memory slips into my thoughts

but it's only because it's something I use to know

like santa claus....he never existed therefore neither did you.